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The fire was raging, and soon a tent was engulfed in a sea of fire.

More than one hundred warriors were watching silently, their expressions were complicated, some were grateful, some were confused, and some were regretful.

Seeing that the fire was about to burn out, Chen Fei picked up the bags the Battle Woman s had prepared for him with his left hand and said, "Zheng Yang, let the injured soldiers gather. Mu Jiu, quickly go and boil some hot water, the more the better! "

Both of them were stunned. Although their hearts were full of questions, they didn't dare to show it. They both went down to carry out the orders.

Soon, over seventy wounded soldiers arrived in front of the bonfire. All of them were supporting each other with nervous expressions.

Chen Fei didn't say anything. He walked past the wounded soldier one by one. Every time he came in front of a wounded soldier, he would touch his forehead. If he felt the high temperature, he would point to the other side of the bonfire.

Soon, thirty-two of the more than seventy wounded soldiers were selected by Chen Fei.

Most of the thirty-two wounded soldiers were severely injured, so their expressions were even more anxious, as if they thought that they were about to be abandoned.

It was only then that Chen Fei finally opened his bag and took out three boxes of anti-inflammatory medicine, and said to Zheng Yang: "Distribute them, one for each person."

Chen Fei was a little regretful, but he still did not have enough predictions. He had brought too little anti-inflammatory medicine and cold medicine, only thirty-six pills in three boxes. If he brought a few more, everyone would be able to share one.

It was said that the bacteria of this era had no drug resistance, and ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs could work wonders.

Zheng Yang's face revealed a shocked expression. He did not know what it was, but just looking at the package, he knew that it was a treasure.

At the same time, Zheng Yang's face revealed a look of sorrow, he was the same as the others, he thought that they would be abandoned.

Even though it wasn't decapitation or being buried alive, it was still death!

Very quickly, all the anti-inflammatory medicine had been distributed, and Mu Jiu's hot water had also boiled a pot.

Chen Fei waved his hand and said, "Eat it, warm water will be served!"

The soldiers did not move, but looked at Chen Fei with grief and indignation.

Suddenly, a wounded soldier knelt down on one knee and said, "Wang Sun, since you think we are a burden, please let us go. When we hide in the forest, we won't reveal the whereabouts of Wang Sun. Why bother doing so? "

"If you want to kill me, kill me. If I were to kill you with a single sword strike, you would be poisoned to death and not a man's property!" Another soldier also knelt on the ground, raised his two hands over the Bronze Sword and said: "Wang Sun, please make your move, we will not fight back at all!"

Damn it, what a good deed!

Chen Fei did not explain. Instead, he took one of the remaining four anti-inflammatory drugs and threw it into his mouth. He drank three mouthfuls of warm water and then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, showing it to everyone.

The scene was completely silent. Everyone revealed an expression of surprise.

Soon, the wounded soldiers began to tremble. Some even began to shed tears.

"This lowly one misunderstands Wang Sun's good intentions. He treated the immortal medicine bestowed by Wang Sun as poison, and even if I don't die, I won't be able to apologize for my crimes!" The first injured soldier to kneel suddenly tried to poke the ground with his head, after knocking against it three times in a row, he suddenly turned around and aimed at his lower abdomen.

"Stop!" Everything happened so suddenly that Chen Fei didn't have time to think about it. He raised his leg and kicked.

With a "peng" sound, the wounded soldier was sent flying three to four meters away.

However, the wounded soldier had a look of joy on his face. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again, loudly shouting, "Wang Sun benevolent! This lowly one will never dare to do it again!"

Chen Fei was infuriated. He suddenly picked up a branch from the ground and recklessly whipped it at the wounded soldier, roaring, "You bastards! This father has good intentions in helping you heal your wounds, you actually suspect that I'm going to poison you to death?!" I finally understand that you won't be able to accept it if I speak to you guys properly, and must be beaten up to make you feel comfortable.

Although Chen Fei was furious, his actions were light. The branches that scratched his body were like tickling.

The wounded soldiers cheered even more, as if being whipped was a great honor, so the ones who were hit were happy instead, they kneeled on the ground to express their gratitude, while those who weren't whipped felt wronged, so they desperately pushed forward, sticking out their heads to receive the beating.

The era was different, but the gap between levels was actually so wide. Even being thrashed by a higher ups was a type of happiness?

Chen Fei thrashed them one by one, throwing away the branches and roaring, "It's up to you whether you want to eat or not!"

This time, the situation was completely different. The wounded soldiers almost immediately threw the anti-inflammatory medicine into their mouths the moment Chen Fei finished speaking. Some chewed for a while, while some directly swallowed it.

Then, a group of people rushed over with laughter. They picked up the steaming hot wooden basins and gulped down the hot water.

After eating the medicine, everyone looked at each other in anticipation.

Clearly, they believed that they were eating some miraculous medicine and that the wound would quickly heal.

Of course it was impossible, it was fortunate that Chen Fei had another skill — — Holy Light Technique.

Tonight was a full moon, and the moon was as big as a wheel.

Chen Fei pointed at the wounded soldier with an arrow wound on his leg and said, "You, come here and lie down!"

The wounded soldier didn't understand, but he still walked over obediently and laid on the ground.

His wound was on his lower leg. It was a penetrating wound. Fortunately, he didn't touch the bones. He had already taken out the arrow. A black, torn piece of linen was wrapped around the wound.

When he removed the sackcloth, black blood immediately flowed out.

Medical science was still underdeveloped in this era, and there was no concept of bacterial infection, so cleaning was hardly considered when dealing with trauma.

"Bring the water!" Chen Fei used a clean piece of linen soaked in hot water to clean the wound.

"Hiss hiss!" The wounded soldier was in so much pain that he sucked in a breath of cold air, but he persisted in not moving an inch.

"Wang Sun is a noble man, how can he do such a despicable thing?" Mu Jiu remembered to scratch his ears and cheeks, and repeatedly advised: "Don't bother with Wang Sun, he's as thick as an ox, in a few days he'll be as lively as a mountain!"

Chen Fei could not be bothered with Mu Jiu and continued to clean up the wounds of the wounded soldiers. After all the blood stains on the wounds had been cleaned up, his left hand floated above the wounds as he thought to himself, "Holy Light …." "Illuminate!"

A white light suddenly appeared, instantly shining on the wound.

The Holy Light Technique, added on by the moonlight, indeed had a much stronger healing power than before. The wound that was torn apart by the arrows actually healed in just a short five seconds.

Chen Fei was overjoyed. It seemed that his Holy Light Technique was the most important technique in this era.

After healing the wounded soldier on one side, Chen Fei turned his body and released Holy Light Technique on the other side.

Five seconds later, the milky white light disappeared. Chen Fei patted the wounded soldier and said, "Get up and jump a few times. See how it is?"

The wounded soldier did not move, but stared blankly at his left leg as his entire body violently trembled.

Chen Fei suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the surroundings, why was it so quiet.

Looking up, he saw more than a hundred soldiers crawling on the ground, their heads buried deep in the ground. Not a single one of them dared to look at Chen Fei.

"Immortal! Wang Sun is an Immortal!" Zheng Yang's voice was already choked with sobs: "I was waiting for what ability did I have to actually encounter the deity's favor, even if we die immediately, we would not have any regrets!"

Damn, he leveled up! He went from Wang Sun to Immortal!

It was only now that Chen Fei was sure that these hundred soldiers had already treated him as their real master. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not betray them!